Ronnie the fork-tailed drongo

We are surrounded by a vast array of birds here which provide us with endless entertainment and pleasure. Peter has put up a bird feeder on one of the branches of a gnarled old plum tree which stands in the middle of our upper deck. We watch the tiny swees trying to get a beak in whilst the weavers and canaries try to push them out!
Peter is a keen and knowledgeable birder, whilst I have to be the most stupid one around as I still battle to differentiate between a dove and a pigeon! However these little creatures fascinate me and delight me, and I now have a new friend whom I have christened Ronnie the drongo. We were told that these birds love cheese and can become quite tame, so the first time we saw one perched on the fence Peter fetched some cheddar which we crumbled and threw out. He flew and caught it expertly in mid-air, and came back for more. He was back the next day and the next, and then we didn't see him for a few days and I wondered whether he'd taken offence at the mozzarella which I had substituted for the cheddar! Well, he's back again and has become so habituated that he actually perches on my hand whilst eating the bits of cheese that Peter puts out for him.Not only that but he has now brought along his wife! I can see that this is going to be an expensive hobby as we hand out cheese to the neighbourhood drongo population! But I must admit that my day doesn't feel the same without a visit from Ronnie!